Rapire

five

The drowsiness begins to wear off as my brain starts working again. My skin feels cold against what felt to be a stone floor that I was laying on. My eyes flutter open taking in the my surroundings as I slowly lift myself up in a kneeling position, feeling my head get slightly dizzy at the unexpected movement. The lights were dim around me and the gray walls that were made of stone made the room almost pitch black.

I finally take a look down at my body as I start shivering again. My light skin was bare of any clothing. I pinch my arm, making sure this was actually happening and when a light pain goes through my arm I realize this is real. This all felt unreal though. This whole week felt unreal. It feels like I've been part of a movie or even a dream. Maybe I've been in a coma this whole time and my brain made this all up. I knew it wasn't though. It may have felt unreal but I knew in the back of my mind that everything that's happen this past week was real.

I sit on my bare ass and wrap my arms around my legs, trying to get some type of warmth since the men didn't care if I got hypothermia. I stare through the bars of the cell I was in, waiting for some type of movement but none came. It was dead silent. There didn't seem to be one living thing down here. I was alone.

My lips begin to tremble as tears make their way down my face. I lay my forehead on my crossed arms and close my eyes as the tears keep coming. I let them roll down my cheek to my chin and wait to feel the wetness of the tear on my thigh. A shiver rippled through me each time a tear fell onto my leg.

What was I going to do? I could come up with a plan to get away but I know they'll find me or catch me. I don't even know the location or place I'm in. I still need try though. I needed to think of something and fast. I raise my head up, scanning the room again to see if anything was out of place or that I could use when someone comes down. They have to check up on me, right? They wouldn't kidnap me just to kill me. I know for a fact that the handsome yet cruel man wanted answers.

I find nothing out off place, making me groan in frustration. I run a hand through my hair, deciding I'll have to try and take them down so I had enough time to get a head start. I breath in trying to remember the fighting moves Damian taught me when I was in high school in case someone tried something on me. I could go with the easy option of kicking them in the downstairs area and kicking the side of their knee would give me a chance to take out.

Taking a breath in, I realize that attacking may not be the best option but I couldn't think of any other way to get away from them. I needed to try because I wasn't just going to die for some money that my parents don't actually owe this man and the company he works for.

I hear heavy steps bounce off the stone walls to my cell. They were slow and calm. This person was in no hurry and it gave me time to make myself look up harmful. I was going to go through with the plan. I just needed to wait for them to open up the cell- wait. What if they don't open the cell? I face palm, making a loud smack against my forehead. I groan as I hear the footsteps pick up their speed and at the slight throb in my head. I stay in my tucked position after ruining my chances of thinking my plan out more. Now I wait once again for the person to show themselves.

The man from before shows up in front of my cell with the same clothes he had the other day I saw him. I hold my breath at the sight of seeing him again then remember I need to think at the task at hand. Try to escape. There's no emotion across his face when he looks at my bare, tucked in body. I pull my legs closer to my body in preparation to run and because I felt uncomfortable with his intense stare.

A smirk pulls across his face as he continues staring at me. "Hello Skye. I see you're comfortable and ready to get straight to business." The sarcasm was dripping out of his voice, making me narrow my eyes at him. How dare he mock me in this kind of situation. I keep waiting for him to open the cell as he continues talking.

"You know exactly why you're here. You refuse to give me the money I asked for. I just know you have to know about some of the bad shit your parents did when they were alive. They owe money and I'm going to get it out of you one way or another." His eyes get darker as he says this to me causing me to flinch. I tried to stand my ground though as I stared at his intimidating dark eyes.

"Do you have anything to say?" I continue staring at him as his glare intensifies. "Speak damnit!" I flinch as his voice thunders off the walls. My heartbeat was speeding up in fear as I realized how real this situation was. I felt my throat closing up and I try to ignore it. I needed to get out.

"Get up." He demands. I shake my head, but he won't take that as an answer. He opens the cell forcefully, stomping his way to me. He grabs my upper arm, roughly pulling me up. I groan, but take this as my chance to kick him in the groin. Bringing my leg back, I kick him as hard as I can. He was to late to move away from my attack as my kick hits him perfectly. He loses his grip on my arm giving me the chance to run. And that's exactly what I do.

I forget about me being naked and that I had no idea where I was or where I was going as I run quickly down the dim hallway. "Skye!" His voice echoes off the walls from behind me, but I continue running.

I started breathing harder as my legs were getting tired from running down the long hallway. Why is it so long? Heavy footsteps could be heard from behind me and I try to ignore them but it was getting harder as I heard the footsteps getting closer. I try pushing myself to run faster seeing a door at what I expect to be the end of the hallway. My lips pull up into a smile as I push through the door, but it's gone as soon as a pair of arms wrap around my body once I'm out of the door.

A cry leaves my mouth in pain and desperation. I was so close. Tears fill up in my eyes once again as the person holding onto me turns me around to face the angry handsome man. His lips were pursed and the anger in his eyes were piercing through me like it was heat vision.

"Take her back to her cell. No food and water until I say so." The man holding me tenses up at his demand, making my eyes widen as I stare at the man in front of me. The stare he was giving me would have left me dead already if looks could really kill.

"Are you sure?"

"Did I fucking stutter? Take her back now. She deserves what is coming to her." I feel my eyes swell up and my heartbeat rise once again as the man holding me begins walking.

Was he really just going to let me die from starvation and dehydration?